Creating my Freedom

Once I had graduated, I left Caleb behind. Really it started our senior year when I went to work for a rival town's diner as a night manager. I made amazing tips, all those farmers liked my curves and chest and never hesitated to tell me. I met a boy in that neighboring town that I spent eight months thinking was my true love, but once I had given in to him and let him become my boyfriend, he was like the rest. Keep me on his arm as the trophy, but never as an exclusive lover.

Yes, my parents were impressed, why wouldn't they be. Deacon was perfect. He had strong lean muscles, and developed what I could only say was a father/son relationship with my dad. Dad never worried when I was with Deacon, because Deacon was a charmer, and made my parents believe he was the perfect gentleman. I knew better. We spent so many nights having sex in his car, even in my parent's driveway. Deacon was insatiable. He would take pictures of me when my parents were not looking. He thought it was funny that he could slap my ass and my parents were oblivious. He seemed to always have his hands on me, and every weekend I wasn't working, we were together.

The summer after we graduated, I rarely saw Deacon. I had heard he was going to rodeos and sleeping with other girls in his horse trailer. I was devastated that he would do that to me, but I never knew he had been told by Caleb that I was sleeping with him too, even though I wasn't. Caleb seemed to always insert himself when others tried to date me. Caleb never treated me as though he wanted anything from me, but he would never let me be happy with another man either. The final straw was when my dad was killed. Deacon came to me when he found out, and he stayed around until after the funeral, but my dad's death was the final nail in our relationship.

I went to college and avoided the party scenes as much as I could. One of the popular girls from school had found me at college, and we both spent a lot of time in a home she had rented. I still commuted back and for to my family home, we couldn't afford dorms or an apartment. I was very cautious with money since my mom was raising my sisters on the money dad had left in life insurance and retirement funds.

Stephanie and I found ourselves surrounded by guys from our college. I guess you could say her home ended up being the place for those who didn't embrace the fraternal orders. I met Ethan there. He was beautiful. Even more handsome than Caleb or Deacon. He had this way about him that was so intense. Stephanie had one party where she saw me staring at Ethan. She warned me that Ethan didn't seem to like girls and even tried to persuade me to avoid the man. I wish I would have listened to her, but it was impossible.

I saw Ethan on campus. We had an Accounting class together, and he noticed the attention our teacher kept giving me. He sought me out one day after class. He was having issues with getting his spreadsheets to balance and asked if I would mind checking his work. We went to the library and I did my best to concentrate on his entries. I found where he had doubled an entry, and pointed it out to him. He was a little embarrassed by the mistake, but let me check the rest of his work, and then asked me if I would go have dinner with him. I hesitated, but he assured me it was just pizza and soft drinks, no alcohol and I wouldn't have to worry, he would not try anything with me. He just wanted to thank me for letting him borrow my brilliant mind.

Ethan kept finding excuses to be around me. They weren't excuses of interest, he never seemed to really look at my body, just my mind. That made me happy, it seemed to be a first for me, and a life line that helped me give up parties and bad choices. No more did I crave the oblivion of a party, and I never woke up with a sleeping boy on top of me after finding I needed to keep sharp for my studies and to help Ethan when he struggled with his own missteps.

This friendship I had with Ethan lasted all of our college years. He never touched me, never tried to pursue me as a girlfriend, or a trophy. He was a very sweet man, and when he asked for my time, I never hesitated to give it to him. That would be my first mistake.

Ethan kept asking me to go to dinner with him. He said I was getting to thin and I needed to enjoy life not just work, go to school and work out. He was concerned, something I wasn't used to with boys. I ate up the attention and every Saturday night, we would go to a movie, get a bite to eat and walk around campus. I felt like I was dreaming. He never asked for sex, he didn't even try to kiss me. I loved being around him. He had an intoxicating scent that kept me in his thrall from the moment he entered a room. I could never say no to any request he gave me, I was that obsessed with what I thought was the perfect man.

We went to a party together one night. It was our typical date night, well our "non-date" night. Everyone was surprised when we walked in together, but Ethan didn't seem to notice. He grabbed himself a beer and asked for a can of cold soda for me. He would never let me drink, he said that beautiful minds like mine should never waste a cell on alcohol. I thought he was being kind and protective, so I went along with his wishes. But at that party, he drank too much and his walls came crashing down during a game of truth or dare. He liked the dares. They were pretty harmless, but because he wasn't feeling the need for restraint, he said dare one too many times, and one of his friends told him he had to choose any girl in the room and make them swoon with a passionate kiss while exploring her body for all to see. He smiled and looked at me, "would you mind?"

Ethan knew nothing of my history, so he had no idea this was nothing to me. Caleb and Deacon both had no issues with showing possession of me in front of others. In fact, Deacon loved having his friends watch as he groped me. His inner circle would even watch as he pounded into me, thinking it was so erotic, and better than watching porn or looking at dirty magazines. I didn't care back then, because I thought Deacon and I would be together forever and I was willing to give him anything he wanted.

I smiled at Ethan after remembering everything I had done to keep Deacon, and knowing Ethan didn't see me as his "prize", I told him I was fine with helping him complete this dare. The kiss was first, I had never felt sparks like I did when Ethan's mouth found mine. He was soft, and his breath was warm his tongue found mine and we had them dancing like we were alone eaten up by a passion we felt for each other. Then I realized his hand had worked its way up my blouse and was cupping my breast, then it was tweaking my nipple and a surge of warmth ran down the length of my core. I found myself pressing into his touch, then I felt him release my nipple and while still exploring my mouth, he grabbed my ass and cupped my sex under the skirt I was wearing. I felt his manhood against my belly as he walked me back to a wall, then I felt one of his long fingers rub against my hardened clit. I panicked, and pushed him away. We were in public, he wasn't even claiming me as a girlfriend and this dare wasn't for him to devour me, just to make me weak from being touched.

Ethan gave me a wolfish grin. "I knew you were innocent", then he walked away and gave an excuse that he needed a restroom from all the beer and would be back to our game momentarily. I was embarrassed by how much he had excited me and I also made an excuse that I needed some fresh air. I found myself walking back to where I normally left my car, almost two miles from the party. Ethan didn't come after me, and when I saw him the following Monday in class, he acted like nothing had happened.